Thursday, March 16, 2006

Mein Kampf - Adolf Hitler

Mein Kampf - Adolf Hitler

An Analysis - Chap 2 Part 2

by Richard E. Noble

Marx had stated that as a part of the natural evolution of the human economic and class condition, the whole industrial world would eventually be transformed into a socialist democracy ruled by the workers of the world. The United States was not free from the peril of this inevitable Marxian evolution, either. Armed battles had been going on since the late eighteen hundreds. Mine workers out west and mill workers in the north and south, were pitted in a bitter battle for power. The whole world was entrenched in the worker revolution.
The following - simulated Marxist rhetoric:
+++ Workers of the world unite, throw off your shackles. You are nothing but the wage slaves of the rich and wealthy Capitalists. It is these same Capitalists who have started Word War I. They have precipitated this war for their own personal gain and profit, and have got you all involved in this fight to divert you from their real motives. Their motives are personal wealth and power and your eternal enslavement. You, your wife, and your children are nothing more to them than tools for the digging of their fortunes. Wake up! Face the reality of the Capitalist conspiracy. These men hope one day to control you and all of the wealth of the world. You are cattle, and fodder for their bombs and bullets. The Capitalist arms merchants, these Merchants of Death, are profiting right now at this very minute by the bullets and bombs that are slaughtering you and your friends. Every death filled bullet or metal bomb fragment that penetrates an eye, blows off a leg or burst the brain of a soldier on either side of this war puts money into the pockets of these vicious Capitalistic war mongers. They are no longer mongers of dead fish, but dead human bodies, and you are stupidly, and heroically, killing one another for the purpose of promoting their wealth and good future. They are building their banks on your dead bodies. The pyramids of the twentieth century are being built with your blood, bones and dead bodies. Wake up! Wake up! Join the workers of the world in revolution. Workers have no country in the war mongering Capitalist scheme. You are all the same to them. Unite! Flee from Nationalist propaganda. The Capitalist has no nation, and his only devotion is to his profit and gain. Join in the world revolution - the worker revolution. Workers of the world rise up and fight! Turn your guns from your brothers on the
battlefield and onto your real enemies, the industrialists, bankers, Capitalist, the ignorant bourgeoisie, and the corrupt governments who stupidly prop them up on their shoulders and make them idols and gods, and will then be allowed to strut with their heroes side by side over the bodies of you and your loved ones. +++
It was this kind of talk that turned the Russians from the battlefields of World War I, and triggered a class revolution in their nation. Castles and private homes were ransacked, nobility slaughtered, shop owners and businessmen put to the bayonet, a peasant’s revolt of twentieth century dimension.
In Germany, on the home front, a similar revolution was erupting. The Socialist Democrats (reds, communists, Marxist, Jew traitors) were taking over the government. In fact, for a short period they had actually been victorious and declared themselves to be the established German government.
This was the homeland that Adolf returned to after risking his life on the front lines. He joined in the fighting with other ex-soldiers and citizens loyal to the imperial crown, and battled them back in the streets until his country was forced to surrender to the allies.
So here is where we find Adolf in the year 1923. He is still bitterly engaged in the war - the war on the home front. The Allies had set up a government, a democratic government, in which the strongest party was the treacherous traitors - the Socialist Democratic Party; the Party who had sold his nation and it heroes into bondage, and slavery. These cowardly traitors had given in to a terrible treaty - a treaty of reparations and payments that would serve to bankrupt the German nation and undermine its people and their national heritage. From Adolf’s point of view this war was far from over. In fact, it was just beginning. Adolf, though in prison at the moment, was really in the process of building himself as a National hero. He was fighting for the real Germany, and a real German government, and not the phony baloney government of the victorious allies.
This point of view was not peculiar to Adolf alone. Many of the German people agreed wholeheartedly in spirit. The German industrialists along with many ex-leaders and old generals were already rebuilding their army and weapons base secretly at that very moment.
I find it interesting to note that Bertrand Russell in his History of Western Philosophy credits the Nazi, Fascist, and Communist movements as leftist in their origin. But Adolf Hitler seems no leftist to me. He seems about as leftist at this point in my reading as Winston Churchill. But, I won’t pursue the issue, other than to state my confusion at this point with Mister Russell’s evaluation.
In any case, as we step into chapter three, I think that we should have a little better idea where Adolf is coming from. Adolf is fighting the terrorists at home - that army of traitors who had stabbed him and his fighters on the front in the back. They are the national criminals who had lost the war and disgraced the homeland. If the Marxist were to take over, this would mean the end of Germany, as a nation. This international group of so called workers of the world, who were really being motivated by a Jewish conspiracy would destroy German nationhood. They would, in fact, destroy all nationhood in general, because the homeless Jew has no nation and no loyalty. They will destroy the advances of civilization that have been built by the Roman Empire, and other great historical conquerors who had established these advances in civilization through the principle of might dictating right.

To be Continued: This is my third entry on this subject.

This is a part of a continuing series. Search this blog for previous entries.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

MISTER DUCHNOWSKI

MISTER DUCHNOWSKI’S BEAN SUPPERS

by Richard E. Noble

The majority of my friends, and myself, spent the most of our young adult lives ... looking for love in all of the wrong places. I don’t think that we knew what we were doing. I don’t think that we realized that we were looking for love. But that is what we were doing. That is what we are all doing ... no matter how we express, or try to deny it. That is what we are doing.
Mister Duchnowski was the Dad of one of my bosom lifelong buddies. Every time that we saw him, he had the same advice for us. We had heard his advice so many times, that we knew his lecture by heart. We were always respectful to Mister D., but for the most part we thought of him as somewhat odd. I think that he knew what we thought, but he continued to give us the same speech nevertheless. There were times when we just laughed. We never took him seriously. We never really listened to his well intended lecture. And, we never followed his advice.
Today, Mister Duchnowski is no longer with us, but I can still see him smiling, his teeth back home on the bureau soaking in a glass, his stained, flat-topped golf cap stationed askew atop his wavy gray, and those polish eyes sparking sincerely and hopefully as he offered to us his best thought considerations with regards to our future love life. I still smile as I hear his voice, but now that I am the age that he was then, I have to think twice about what he was trying to say to us. I don’t think that we should have been laughing.
Here’s to you Mister D; and here’s Mister D to the all of you.

MR. DUCHNOWSKI’S BEAN SUPPERS

Listen to me ... listen to me!
You guys is entirely on the wrong track, ya see.
Skip the nightclubs, the booze, and the dim lights.
Take yourself down to a church bean supper one of these nights.

The prettiest girls that you have ever seen,
are right there in the line, spoonin’ out the beans.
I know, I know, you think that I’m old and outta my mind,
but believe me, at them ham and bean suppers are the prettiest
girls that you’ll ever find.

You wouldn’t believe the girl last night slicin’ up the German rye.
It gave ten years back to my life just to see that sweet look in her eye.
And next to her, with the Polish Kielbasey,
was an Italian girl by the name of Bonacarsee.

That dark hair and olive skin ... she could a been a movie star.
And there you guys are, down some dive or two bit bar.
What do you think you’re gonna meet down there?
You guys are missin’ it, I’m tellin’ ya ... But I don’t care.

My life’s over. It’s no matter to me.
But if it’s beautiful girls that you’re lookin’ for
them bean suppers is where you oughtta be.
That’s right! That’s right!

Oh yeah, you can laugh all you want,
but them Church bean suppers
are the places you guys oughtta haunt.
The prettiest girls that I’ve ever seen,
spoonin’ out pork ‘n beans like outta some dream.

You guys is just missin’ the boat.
Why it puts a lump right here in my throat
to think if I was you guy-es age,
I’ll tell ya, I wouldn’t be watchin’ some nude-y dancin’
in some cage.

I’d be down to one of them bean suppers, in a rush
tryin’ to steal a smile or pinch a blush
from one of them lovelies with sauce on her apron,
and bread flour smearin’ her chest.

Take it from me, it’s at them bean suppers
where the girls are the best.
You can leave it behind ... you can forget all the rest,
try one of them church bean suppers

and then you tell me if them girls ain’t the best.
That’s right! That’s right!
You try one of them bean suppers some night.
then you come back and tell me if old Mr. Duchnowski didn’t tell ya what’s right.

You just try one of them bean suppers some night
and see if what I tell you ain’t right.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Hobo-ing America

Hobo-ing America

by Richard E. Noble




What is the big deal about seeing the U.S.A. anyway? Ten million Americans go off to see the U.S. every day. How many trite descriptions of the Grand Canyon does one need in his library? Well, to put it mildly, I think that seeing America clinging to the elbow of Carol and Dick, will be an awakening for most Americans no matter how many times they have toured the U.S.A.

If you toured America by way of Ramada Inns across the country, you would undoubtedly consider the U. S. to be a country full of well dressed salesmen. If you went by way of McDonald’s franchises you would, more than likely, consider acne to be a major medical epidemic in the States. If you drove one of those big trucks, America will be an interstate highway, gas stations, bathrooms, and a never ending chain of sleepy eyes, cigarettes, blue jeans, giant belt buckles, and little girls knocking on your sleeper window saying ... Can you spare fifty dollars for a cup of coffee, Sir?

If you toured with Charles Kuralt, a fine adventure indeed, you will nevertheless see America as a country full of semi-retired, middle-aged folks or better, all of whom can knit, sew, weave on a hand loom, whittle a Louisville Slugger from an old scrub oak tree, or construct a Stradivarius in their barn using nothing but popsicle sticks and a rusty, old, double-edged razor blade.

Come along with Carol and Dick and live in the places where Charles Kuralt was afraid to park his bus ... even for an overnight stay. Meet, and tour the homes of the ninety-eight percent of America that will not be televised on the lives of the rich and famous. Come with us and grovel in the dust, dirt, and sweat, ... feel the pain, joy, and anger and shake the calloused hands that make America what it is. We’ll tip it all upside-down and see America bottom side up.

Stay with us in the fields, groves, orchards, under equipment shelters and county bridges. Meet the homeless, the helpless, the bent over, the rich, the poor and the ugly.

See America in its glory and its shame. See it from the highways, the sidewalks, and the gutters.

Meet Asians, Indians, Jamaicans, Haitians, Mexicans. Meet most of them in one chicken factory in central Arkansas on the third shift.
Find out the answer to the question that has plagued most of America for three decades ... Why don’t tomatoes taste like they did when I was a kid? ... At the same time, find out why you can jump up and down on the top of a bag of peaches and barely bruise the skin.

Find out why you can hardly tell the difference between an apple and a banana if you eat them both with your eyes closed.

Learn the author’s, not yet famous and soon to be forgotten, apple theory of value.

Find out why it makes no difference whether you eat a tree ripened sweet cherry, or a chocolate bar.
Find out why you should eat up the box and throw the corn flakes away. Find the answer to all of these burning questions and many, many more. See America from the bottom of the cracker-barrel. Come along with Carol and Dick. Talk to the “Crackers”, and fill the barrels. See our America.

I don’t know if following Dick and Carol up the furrows, and down the assembly lines of this land will change your lives as it has changed ours, but I can guarantee that you will see America as you have never seen it before.

Cattle Theory

Cattle Theory
by Richard E. Noble
The cattle are all grazing in a pasture not far off from the farmer’s house and barn. One of the cattle wanders away from the herd. He ends up grazing in a patch of tall grass just behind the barn. Suddenly he hears the farmer’s voice. The farmer is talking to the butcher. They are negotiating a price for the cattle. The bargaining is tight and in the debate the butcher bemoans the depressed price of meat and the excess of hides for sale at the market. By the end of the negotiation a price for the cattle is agreed upon. The butcher hauls off a load of squealing pigs, and the farmer returns to the farm house with a freshly killed chicken for supper as a celebration.
The steer, who was silently grazing behind the barn, is in total shock. He can not believe what he has just overheard. He runs back to the pasture where all of his compatriots are grazing peacefully.
“You are not going to believe this!” he screams. “I have just overheard farmer Jones. He is about to sell us all to a butcher. The butcher is going to slit our throats, drain our blood, cut and grind our flesh, and sell it to other humans for food. They are going to pickle our brains and tongues, boil our hooves for glue, make chip dip out of our livers, kill and fry our babies. They are even going to tan our hides and make clothing out of our skins. These humans are insane beasts. It is all a trick! The farmer only cares for us and shows concern for our health to fatten us up for the kill. He feeds us cheep free grass, and then sells our flesh, blood, and bones by the pound to other of his horrid merciless human neighbors. Our friends, the pigs, have already gone off to their deaths, and I saw with my own eyes the slaughter of a defenseless chicken. The farmer grabbed the poor thing up by the feet and then with one blow, lopped off its head on a stump. It was the most horrid thing that I have ever seen in my life. We must do something! We must unite. We must organize against the human beasts before it is too late and we are all hopelessly murdered and slaughtered.”
The cattle in the pasture all simultaneously lifted their heads and moo-oaned...
“Oh no, not another conspiracy theory!”

Sunday, March 12, 2006

One Nation

One Nation

by Richard E. Noble

Ever since I took up reading, as a teenager, I have been a student of Philosophy and a practitioner in the art of Philosophastering. Even the names of the different subject matter of Philosophy fascinate me - Cosmology, Epistemology, Ontology, Ethics, Theology, Logic, Metaphysics, Aesthetics, Phenomenology, Existentialism, Idealism. Contrary to popular understanding, Cosmetology is not a branch of philosophic study and Ayn Rand is a novelist, not a philosopher.
I was attracted to Philosophy because I felt that it dealt with the big stuff - the big questions. It even questioned the question - God, for example. Philosophy doesn’t deal with Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha, Christianity, Islam or even Calvinism - it goes right to the big stuff is there a God; is the concept of Creation a rational possibility - the philosopher asks. That’s what I like. Philosophy I have always felt is basic. It goes to the root - to the source. Philosophy is the bottom line of everything. In Philosophy you have the right to question anything and everything - even the speed of light, space and the Big Bang.
I have spent years studying Nothing in Philosophy. And believe me, the study of Nothing in Philosophy is really something. There are volumes and volumes in Philosophy written about Nothing. (Check out Nothing on my blog search)
Recently, I have been reading two books on two different subject matters. One is on Cognitive Science; A Companion to Cognitive Science, edited by William Bechtel and George Graham. And the other is on the Global Economy; One World, Ready or Not by William Greider. Both books point out that we are on the brink of a revolution.
The Global economy book points to a revolution being precipitated by the international business community - the new world of the multinational conglomerate. This new, uncontrolled dictator of the world and its governments and its peoples is bringing our previously established core values into question. What is patriotism? What is nationalism? What is Country? What is a Nation?
The cognitive science book is equally interesting. It begins discussing artificial intelligence. They have made robots today that can think. They can solve problems; they can deduce theorems; they can write a poem. These machines are so good that when a human is placed at a keyboard and directed to question the machine and a real person in a third room, the questioner can not differentiate between the machine and the real human being. If there are machines that can think creatively, solve complicated scientific
problems and even meditate and speculate on their own existence - this brings into question what we have traditionally defined as the soul or human essence.
Since the days of Prometheus when he was given the gift of self-knowledge and awareness and then tied to a stone for his misbehavior, the human’s ability to reflect upon his own existence has been his one unique identification. Nothing and no one in the universe is supposed to possess this quality other than mankind.
According to St. Augustine not even God could possess this attribute, because if God could reflect upon his own being and his place within existence this would make Him subject to time and God, according to Augustine, is beyond time. This would not make man greater than God though, because God is also not subject to definition or comparison. Trying to compare man with God is trying to compare apples with oranges - so there you go.
So here we are in this War of the Worlds - not only are we men without a Country, we are human beings without a soul. Wow! Where do we go from here?
But there you are - this is what I like about Philosophy. It blows your mind. Talk about thinking out of the box. We don’t even have a box to think out of any more.
“One Nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all”
My first philosophical dilemma in the above statement was with the word God; this dilemma then expanded to the phrase under God; then liberty under God; then justice under God. I have even spent a good deal of time on the concept of … all. After investigating a multiple of the controversies with regards to these concepts, I had never before given much thought to the notion of the word ... Nation; or One Nation. I thought of it somewhat when reading Adolf Hitler’s Mein Kampf - but never had I thought of the idea in terms of losing my identity as an American - or my country disappearing. A Nation in the future may be simply an ancient geographical determination - or a magazine; quote the Raven, and nothing more.
Sony Company is on the brink of losing its Japanese identity - sixty percent of its employees are not Japanese. Is a National Company a part of The Nation when more than 50% of its stock holders are from foreign countries; or when over half of its profits come from foreign investments; or when it pays no taxes or pays more taxes and fees in foreign countries than it does at home; or when its managers and executives are all foreign born; or the majority of its employees are from the international community? Where does that leave McDonald’s, Coca-Cola, Ford Motor, IBM, ITT, Halliburton, Motorola, General Motors etc.?
“Think Globally; act locally.” What the hell does that mean now? And for that matter; “I think, therefore I am.” Yeah? I think not. I think, therefore I could be some kind of a machine sitting in another room writing poetry in my spare electrical impulses. Wow!
These multinational megagopolies have so much capital even a coalition of the most powerful nations in the world do not have the ability to check their direction or policies - if they had a direction or policies. There is enough independent investment money out there that if they choose, they could bankrupt the currency (economy) of a Nation the size of France or Germany - maybe the USA. We don’t know.
In this competitive world the smart guys can outwit themselves - once again. Remember 1929?
The War of the Worlds - it’s a new world and a whole new war; where do we begin - even if we want to fight?

Saturday, March 11, 2006

God, Yes or No

God, Yes or No

by Richard E. Noble

Is there a God, or isn’t there a God? Where does Philosophy stand on this question?
Who am I? Where did I come from? Why am I here? Where am I going? These are the concerns of Philosophy. That there was actually a whole discipline of education that was concerned with this subject, and that they were going to discuss it in an open, objective manner elated me as a young man. Since then I have never stopped reading or thinking about this subject.
I bought the autobiography of Mahatma Gandhi because it was entitled, “The Story of my Experiments with the Truth”. To find the Truth, that was always my goal. In order to have experiments with the truth, one must know the truth. What Truth had this Mahatma Gandhi discovered that he could write a book about his experiments with it?
Right now Mahatma Gandhi is sitting on the shelf. I’ve read half of his Autobiography. I lost my enthusiasm for his book because of his statement about God. He said basically; I was never concerned nor did I get involved with arguments for and against the existence of God, because I had always known from childhood that God existed and I needed no further proof …
Since the beginnings of civilization, mankind’s relationship with Truth has been intimately entwined with the notion or concept of God, and the possibilities of revelations from God. If your concepts of Truth stem from God and His revelation, then it should be of primary importance that you first establish the Truth of God. If you can not establish God as a fact, then what Truth can be drawn from an unfounded suspicion? No Truth can be drawn, only more suspicions. Mahatma Gandhi was not a philosopher. He was a religious mystic who placed his belief not in Truth, but beyond Truth.
But Mahatma points out to me an interesting phenomenon. There are people who know, without knowing, and they need or desire no information to the contrary. But I know from reading my philosophy books that this is not the case with all of mankind. Philosophy is an integral part of every human culture. And those that have been concerned with this subject matter are known to the rest of us as the deepest thinkers that the human race has had to offer. So, consulting the greatest thinkers who have ever lived: Is there a God or isn’t there a God?
Well, on this subject, the greatest thinkers who have ever lived aren’t much better off than you and I. For every one who says that there is a God, there is one who says that he is not so sure, or that there is not. If you want to read some pro-God(s) philosophers you can start with Plato, Augustine, Aquinas, Descartes, Pascal, Spinoza, Leibniz, Berkeley, Rousseau, and William James. No God people; Epicurus, Voltaire, Hume, Kant, Schopenhauer, Herbert Spencer, Nietzsche, Russell, and Sartre.
Spinoza, Albert Einstein, Tom Paine and Voltaire are often listed in both of the above categories because of their unconventional notions of God - but they are all non-Christians and disbelievers in any conventional religions.
What do I think? There are basically three types of God; the Metaphysical God, the Infinite Anthropomorphic God and the Finite Anthropomorphic God. The last two I find logical impossibilities. The first, that there is something that keeps the planets floating in space, and living things alive, seems without doubt. But what this thing is, how it operates, what are its qualities or attributes, and how it is connected or related to matter - I have yet to define or determine satisfactorily. Aristotle, Albert Einstein, Thomas Paine, Confucius, Buddha and many others have held a similar belief. So, I feel that I am not alone in my ignorance.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Mein Kampf - Chap. 2 Part 1

Mein Kampf - Adolf Hitler

An Analysis Chapter 2 - Part 1

by Richard E. Noble

At this point I must stop and contemplate a number of things. First, how did a nice young German boy who respected his Father and loved his Mother; who aspired to be an artist, a painter, or possibly an architect; a boy who went to his mother’s side at her last moments; a seemingly sensitive boy who saw the plight of the poor and homeless so compassionately; a young man who obviously saw the beauty of things with an artist’s eye and insight; a boy who sacrificed food for the opera and theater, and music ... how could a young man like this turn into the plague of his century, and the enforcing hand of a vengeful All Mighty?
Secondly, why the Jews?
Well, as for the Jews, I know from previous reading that Adolf was born a Roman Catholic, as myself. Roman Catholics have traditionally had a problem with Jews. The Jews killed the Christ, you know. Could this Christ killer notion have played a part in laying the ground work for his anti-Semitism?
I also know that the propaganda about Jews, that is a constant part of Adolf s monologue, was not his creation. Different groups of people have hated and persecuted Jews all over the world for centuries. Henry Ford the American Industrialist hated Jews, and presented these views to the public and the world at large prior to Adolf‘s Mein Kampf. Henry self-published a book entitled “The Jewish Conspiracy” (The International Jew), which he disseminated at his own expense all over the world. He also published a newspaper out of Dearborn, Michigan that pronounced his anti-Semitism. Adolf had the Henry Ford book, and it is said, dispensed it to guests (William Manchester, “The Arms of Krupp”).
What was the real case against the Jews?
The Jews were powerful in banking. What had they to do with the collapse of the German economy, if anything? Could the notion of a Jewish conspiracy be seriously defended? Could the same accusations be made today? Could one develop a similar conspiracy theory as regards Italians, or Russians, or Communists, or Catholics, or Irish, or English, or ‘the male’ for that matter? How much of Adolf s actual complaints are truth and how much are fiction? These are questions for further investigation.
Another question that has plagued me all through the reading of this book is, where did Adolf get his financial support?
The fact of the matter seems to me that no one can do anything without money. Even revolutionaries have to buy bullets, and bombs, or material for their bombs. In politics, money is even more of a requirement. No one gets ahead in politics without financial backing, not George Washington, or Mao tse tung - even the pamphleteers of colonial times needed publishers, and money for paper and pens. Where did Adolf get his money? I look for signs of where this money might have come from as I read this book.
Adolf credits Jewish Marxism with the eventual destruction of mankind. What is he talking about? Who, how or what brought him to this conclusion? Why is he so violently opposed to Marxism in general?
I think a look at the period or times, and Adolf’s personal background will shed some light on some of these questions.
As stated earlier, Adolf is writing this in 1923. The First World War has ended just four years earlier, and Adolf was a soldier in that war. He fought on the Western Front. World War I was the biggest tragedy of the type up until that point in human history. Millions and millions, and millions of humans were killed or slaughtered at that time. Adolf saw the killing and destruction from a front row seat. And, as a soldier, must have had a personal hand in bits of it himself. We can presume that Adolf, in the midst of the war, was placed in the kill or be killed position. And he probably killed others, himself. He was blinded by something at one point in the war. He was decorated for heroism. Without any question, like millions of others, he had to witness vast amounts of human destruction. This, it goes without saying, must have an effect on ones personality and philosophy of life. Many people and soldiers come away from an experience like this with a deep hatred for the experience of War. Many books were written after World War One showing the horror of the experience, and the fruitlessness of such a course (Johnny Got His Gun, All’s Quiet on the Western Front). But for each of those who return from a war disenchanted, there seems to be others who return enthralled, invigorated, and filled with the heart for more of the same. I have never been able to understand this, and, of course, I have no desire to learn. It seems that for many humans, once committed to an action, they are forever confirmed in its defense - even if their part in the action is since declared fruitless or totally without merit or cause. (The War is not over until the last soldier has died.)
Adolf Hitler returned from the Western Front convinced more than ever of the righteousness of his cause. And his cause was the cause of his nation - a nation who had declared war on an enemy.
Upon returning home he found that his foreign war, a war against foreigners, had dissipated to an internal struggle among his own people. After years of fighting and deprivation, many of his countrymen, and even fellow soldiers, had turned against the war and its endeavors, and were in the process of tearing down the very foundations that Adolf had gone to war to protect. To say the least, he felt betrayed. It is at this point that I would guess that he divided the world up into ... fighters, cowards and traitors.
But this collapsing on the home front wasn’t peculiar to the German nation. France and England were having similar problems. The Russians had already collapsed. The Russian soldiers had walked from the battlefields of World War I in 1917 and returned to depose the Tzar and establish a new government - a government that would be truly of the people, by the people and for the people. They would call it a peoples republic. And it would be the first step in proving the predictions of the economic philosopher and social reformer Karl Marx.

To be Continued.

This is the second entry in a continuing series that will be featured on this Blog. If you are finding this stimulating, I would be interested in your comments. Thank-you.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006


AFTER WE’VE GONE OUR SEPARATE WAYS

by Richard E. Noble

When we’ve gone our separate ways, and the years are all yesterdays
Will you see a pair of loving eyes and then remember mine?
When we’ve gone our separate ways, and the tomorrows that were once ours are all just lost todays,
Will you awake from a warm dream of love, then sit alone in the
darkness and remember me in your arms?

When we’ve gone our separate ways, and the years are all yesterdays
And the tomorrows that once were ours are all lost todays
Will you remember that I really did love you, that you were all my dreams come true.
Will you think kind thoughts and spare me a smile or two?
Will you love me for just a second because I will always be in love
with you,
Even after we’ve gone our separate ways.

I’ll remember the feel of your lips, and the smell of your hair.
I’ll remember the tone of your voice when you still loved me and you still cared.
But for now I want us to go our separate ways before the coolness in your eyes kills me, And turns all my loving sighs into wishful good-byes.

But when we’ve gone our separate ways if you see me walking,
Don’t cross the street or drop your hat over your eyes and pretend that we never met.
Let’s be nice, and remember that a million years ago we looked into each others eyes and breathed each other’s sighs.

So when we’ve gone our separate ways and all our memories are yesterdays,
Let’s remember the plans that we once made.
Let’s remember the loving moments in the cool green shade.

When we’ve gone our separate ways and all our years are yesterdays,
And the tomorrows that once were ours are all lost todays,
Remember that I really did love you.
You were all my dreams come true
Think kind thoughts …
spare me a smile or two …
Love me for just a second …
Because I will always be in love with you,

Even after we’ve gone our separate ways.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Me and the Global Economy

Me and the Global Economy

by Richard E. Noble

I am told that in order for me to compete in the New World Economy, I have to be re-educated. But, I see my future in the New World Order in a slightly different light, or from a different perspective - that of a laborer.
As a laborer, in order for me to compete in this New World, I don’t need more education. In fact, I need no education at all. What I need to do is, learn to live on one handful of rice per week. I need to accustom myself to surviving in a grass hut with a dirt floor. I must learn to acknowledge that half of my children will die at birth, and I, myself, should not expect to live past the age of forty.
I should prepare myself to live without medical insurance, or any insurance - or medical treatment for that matter. For, in fact, my competition is in the third world, not the ‘new’ world. My competition lives in Taiwan, Malaysia, Mexico, Ecuador, Paraguay, China, Cambodia, Peru, Brazil, Argentina, Pakistan, Poland, Romania, Ireland, etc. And in order for me to compete in the labor pool against people who work for nine cents per day, and eat seaweed burgers for lunch, I must be prepared to do the same. I don’t need to upgrade my skills, I need to downgrade my existence, and my expectations. I must learn to survive as my competition survives. If they eat rat tails and roaches, and work twenty-two hours per day, then that is what I must do also.
What they are preaching to the working man today didn’t make sense when Herbert Hoover said it in 1929, and it doesn’t make sense today. America needs jobs, and jobs that pay a decent living wages – and the rest of the world needs the same thing. Everyone in America today wants a good paying job for themselves but consider minimum wages an adequate pay for everyone else. I am sorry folks, but it just don’t work that way.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Global Economy

Global Economy

by Richard E. Noble

I just started reading a book entitled “The Rich Get Richer”, and much of it deals with the World Bank, the I.M.F. etc. It is a lot of boring stuff with a whole bunch of graphs and charts, but I think that I get the idea. Let me see if I can explain to you how it works.
A number of wealthy governments around the world take Taxpayer money from their own countries to invest in the ‘poor’ countries of the world. They loan this money to the poor governments of these poor countries. These Governments use this money to lure the international business community to their shores or prairies. Naturally they provide benefits to these international concerns; like no taxes, and no rent on their property or land etc. These concerns build a factory in the target country. Now, naturally, they don’t manufacture something that can be sold in that poor target country. Why? Because it is a poor damn country and these people don’t have any money to buy anything. So these companies manufacture an exportable product. This is a requirement for these poor-country loans established by the IMF and the World Bank.
The bottom line is this: Some international concern opens a Frisbee factory in Guatemala, Afghanistan or Timbuktu. They pay the workers who get jobs at this Frisbee factory a “competitive wage”. Last year these workers were making nothing, so now they are paid next to nothing which is a 100% increase over their last year’s salary. They manufacture a zillion Frisbees and sell them to businesses back in L.A. or Paris, London, or Rome. These businesses sell the Frisbees to a bunch of little rich kids who have nothing to do but play on the beach and get high. These huge international concerns or subsidiaries there of, or the brother-in-law of the president of Guatemala, Afghanistan, or Timbuktu, make huge profits from these no-interest, no-tax, no-environmental-penalty loans. And why not? They get the money for free. They pay no wages to speak of and the host country charges them no taxes. What a deal!! So then what do they do with all of these profits? Give huge bonuses to the workers at the factory? Ha ha haaaa. Excuse me. I was just joking. No, no, no. You see, the rest of the World has learned the old Swiss bank trick of - hear no evil, see no evil and therefore there is no evil. Other developed countries, including the United States, provide no-questions-asked, special interest, NO TAX, accounts for non-citizen investors or depositors. So they take their huge profits from manufacturing Frisbees in Guatemala, and deposit them back in their favorite bank in the United States, Paris, London, or Rome. So good, you say, at least us tax payers get our money back. NO no no. The money doesn’t go back to the U.S. Government. The Government only gets money back if the government of the country to which the I.M.F. or World Bank loaned the money, pays back the loan. But, of course the government of this poor country can’t pay back the money, because they didn’t charge anything for the money in the first place. They gave it all out as incentives to their ex-brother-in-law Manuel (who has since divorced, Intrigua, the president of Guatemala’s sister to avoid any collusion or corruption charges.) They do, of course, get the income taxes from the workers at the factory, but unfortunately they invested that money in four hundred Frisbees that they tried to sell to the children of the workers employed at the factory. The kids weren’t interested, they were too busy trying to find food at the local landfill. So now since nobody can pay back the loans, the World Bank, etc. is thinking of canceling all the loans, and starting all over again - but this time no Frisbees, maybe Ree-bucks.

Friday, March 03, 2006

MY HOMETOWN

MY HOME TOWN

by Richard E. Noble

My hometown, like every hometown, I guess, has a history. The history of Lawrence, Massachusetts involves the industrial revolution. Lawrence was a mill town and, in part, still is today. For my early life and long before I was born, they manufactured textiles there. Lawrence is the story of woman working, and their battle for rights. Lawrence is the story of unions, and labor riots. Lawrence is the story of boom and bust. Lawrence is not an example of middle America; Lawrence is America.
Lawrence is Emma Lazarus’s words inscribed on the base of the Statue of Liberty, in their raw, plain reality. In Lawrence, growing up, I met the whole north, south, east, and west of Europe. In Lawrence, I met every language and every ethnic, but only one ethic - hard work.
I am glad that I had the opportunity to grow up in Lawrence. Lawrence is unlike any other place in America that I have ever been, and I’ve been almost everywhere in this United States. In Lawrence, without even realizing it, I learned to take pride in work and not look at it as a curse of a lower class. In Lawrence I absorbed, color, race, nationality, ethnic background, and difference, as the skin absorbs vitamin D from sunshine. I have friends whose names end in vowels and consonants.
I must be honest, I really didn’t think much of good, old Lawrence while I was there, but now that I have seen a bunch of elsewhere, I realize what a place it was. It is like none other, and a very large part of what I am, I inherited from Lawrence - My Home Town!

My Home Town

My hometown, as I remember, was poor and broke.
The streets were a patchwork of potholes and tar,
Three tenement houses, and out front ... an old car.
My hometown, as I remember, and it fills me with pride,
Was filled with calloused hands, and blue collared shirts,
Not soft palms waiting to be greased, and phony smiles wearing suits and ties.
My hometown was telephone poles, see-saws and swings.
My hometown was streets full of kids, and be home before dark.
My hometown, as I remember, was bowling alleys and draft beer.
My hometown, it was cheep and it was poor.
My hometown, it was old ... it was weary ... it was sore.
My hometown, it was crusty rye bread and oleo.
My hometown was salt pork, potatoes, and stew.
My hometown, as I remember, wasn’t very sweet.
It wasn’t indoor cats and walks for dogs.
It wasn’t a piece of cake.

My hometown though, as I remember, wasn’t all that bad.
My hometown though, as I remember, wasn’t all that sad.
My hometown was a bit of a joke, and a good deal of smoke,
But never a pig in a poke.
It was true workingman blue,
And they’ll spit in your eye if you say that’s a lie.
My hometown, as I remember, wasn’t shiny fenders on antique cars.
It was more brass rails and poorly lit bars.
Actually, my home town, as I remember, it was kind of nice.
It was somewhat friendly and sort of warm,
But, I think it’s gone;
That is, my hometown,
… as I remember.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Thanks for the Birds

Thanks for the Birds

by Richard E. Noble



I just returned from a visit to “my hometown”. It was a tough and rugged place to be raised and it hasn’t changed any. It was an emotional ride over the hilly countryside of laughter and tears. Laughing with all of my remaining friends about the good old days and tearing-up over the living conditions and circumstances that some Americans are forced to live under.
Actually, in many ways, conditions are pretty much the same as those that I was reared under. My old friends see the town through their sixty year old eyes as better then and horrid now. But Christmas trees were a lot bigger then and girls a lot prettier than they are today, at least as I remember it.
But certain things definitely are different. The tenements and the streets - the patchwork of potholes and tar, aren’t that much different. But crime has been escalated to the unimaginable. One of my old buddies owns a business down in the “combat” zone. He has roll-up steel doors, no windows, and surveillance cameras that provide a picture of the streets outside so that the patrons inside can keep a watch on their cars while they are eating their pizza or having a beer. My hometown has been voted twice as the stolen car capital of America.
I stayed at my friend’s apartment which was one block up from the street where I spent my first twenty-seven years. All night long the police cruisers race about town screaming their warnings. The emergency vehicles, ambulances, rescue vehicles and fire trucks blast their sirens. Beeps, screams, battle cries and horns blast all through the night. My buddy’s police scanners, at the shop and at home, keep a constant report of where the action is. Not because he is a crime buff but to keep tabs on how close the bad guys are to his home or business, so that he can get out his own personal fire power and/or take protective steps. This is not Beirut, Lebanon or Jerusalem. This is “my old hometown” ... once a part of the industrial capital of not only the good old U.S.A., but the world.
As you might have guessed, I woke up early every morning. I got dressed and went walking down the narrow, dark second floor tenement steps and out onto the street. It was shocking. The sun was shinning, birds were singing, and hundreds of little kids with backpacks were banging about, playing tag and rough-housing on every corner waiting on the school buses. I laughed as I thought about it. The sun up in the sky has no choice - it must shine wherever God commands. The kids are stuck. They can’t choose where they will be born. But the birds could fly someplace else; but they don’t. They were singing their merry songs, just as if they were in an apple orchard or blueberry patch in Paradise. I said to myself as my eyes, moistened and glassed over, ‘Thank God for the birds.” They have guts. The whole morning was ablaze with their music. Even the clattering of the crows sounded sweet. If I had a camera I would have taken a picture of them propped up like clothes pins on the drooping telephone wires, or lining up in the crevices and window sills of the tenements or perching on the rims of the open garbage cans that lined the sidewalks.
The sweetest sound I ever heard.
I thought of them as whispering their little songs of hope into every school child’s ear. And I knew, though I don’t remember it now, that they must have been whispering to me many, many years ago, way back when ... in “my hometown”.

Monday, February 27, 2006

WARNING


WARNING

by Richard E. Noble




WARNING!!! This is an eighteen inch piece of string, and it could be dangerous to your unsupervised child.

Any child over one foot in height could attempt to use this string as a jump rope and possibly break their neck.

Under no circumstances should a butcher knife ever be tied to the end of this string.

If this string is soaked in water and then frozen, it could be used by your child to poke another child’s eye out.

Your unsupervised child could dip this string in melted wax, or lighter fluid or other flammable(or inflammable) material and then use this coated eighteen inch string as a wick for a stick of dynamite or other explosive.

Your unsupervised child could use this eighteen inch string to strangle a younger brother or sister to death.

Your child could also use this string to sneak into YOUR room late at night and strangle you and your mate (or present companion) to death also.

Your child could dip this string in rat poison; eat it, and then die.

Your child could try to shove this string up another companion’s nose with a kitchen fork, and seriously injure that individual, and possibly damage your fork.

Your unsupervised child could tie this string around his leg cutting off circulation. If not detected within a reasonable period of time, this condition could lead to the amputation of your child’s limb.

This string could be wadded up, then soaked in molten lead, and after cooling stuffed into the mussel of your black powder rifle and used by your unsupervised child to kill the family cat.

A needle could be attached to this string and then it could be used by your child to sew up his own rectum, or the rectum of a sibling or close friend.

To whom it may concern.. YOUR UNSUPERVISED CHILD IS A THREAT TO US ALL … PLEASE WATCH THE LITTLE SUCKER WILL YOU, FOR GOD’S SAKE!

P.S. Do us all a favor and get yourself ‘fixed’ will you please. You obviously can’t
handle this child, what in the world would you do with another one.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Sex is Normal





Sex is Normal?

by Richard E. Noble

I have always had a problem with the concept or definition of the word normal. People are prone to say things like; “That just ain’t normal ... why that’s against human nature ... leave that boy alone, Ethel - he is just being a normal all-American boy.” But what is normal anyway?

Normal is what everybody else does. As long as you do as everybody else does, you will be considered normal. In this country you can do a heck of a lot of weird things and still be considered normal. You can wear rings in your ears and that is perfectly normal within a certain group - be they male or female. But, if you stick a bone through your nose, you will probably be considered abnormal - even at a rock festival. You can grow your hair long or short; you can color it purple; you can shave it all off; you can shave just some of it off and leave parts of it growing here and there; you can even carve little slogans into your scalp - like; “Billy-joe dumbo 1991” or “Go Red Devils”. You can do just about anything and still be considered normal - right up until the time that somebody comes up to you and says; “Sir, you have the right to remain silent, anything that you say from this moment on, etc.”

It has always seemed to me that as long as there are enough people performing a certain type of behavior, then, whatever it is that they are doing, is considered normal.

If, for example, you eat spaghetti by snorting each strand up one of the nostrils of your nose, you will probably be considered abnormal. But, if you can get twenty million other people to eat spaghetti in a similar manner, it will not only be considered normal behavior, but probably a social custom and/or national tradition.

My problem is that I seem to have been born with my own personal, built-in genetic sense of what is normal and what is not normal. If it attacks my sensibilities as abnormal then, by golly, it is abnormal even if the whole world is doing it.

For example, let’s take sex. Sex is abnormal. I don’t care how you do it, or who or what you do it with - it is abnormal.

I have always known this - even as a little boy. In fact, I can remember to this day, the first time that another little boy tried to explain to me what my father had done to my mother in order for me to be born. I was very upset, because I knew that the behavior that he had just described was not normal. I knew that my father was much too intelligent and possessed much too much pride in himself to be acting like that.

And even if he did have, hidden somewhere deep inside, such a kinky-ness, my mother would never have allowed it.

But, you say, what is so abnormal about sex? Everybody does it and if they didn’t, the human race would have died out long ago. You are exactly right. And clearly, extinction was God’s plan for the human race. But, that is a discussion for another time and another place. Sex is our topic here; its normalcy or ab-normalcy - as one Republican president would have put it, many decades past.
To get a clearer grasp of the abnormalcy of sex let change things around slightly.

What if, at a certain age - let’s call it fool-berty - every time a little boy looked upon a pretty little girl, his big toe suddenly and mysteriously swelled up to three times it’s normal size. Is this normal? Would any of you consider this normal? I think not, but let us continue.

Let’s say that each and every time this little boy sees this pretty little girl, he is struck by an overpowering desire to run up to this pretty little girl and rub his big, swollen toe into her right ear. IS THIS NORMAL? Tell me, in all honesty, DO YOU THINK THAT THIS IS NORMAL?

Let us continue. Let us hypothesize that if this little girl allows this little boy to rub his swollen big toe into this little girl’s right ear, there is the distinct possibility that her head - over a period of months - will swell up to two, or maybe three, times its normal size; AND, at the end of a nine month period, an eight to twelve pound baby will be secreted, forcibly, through one of the nostrils of her nose - right nostril, it is a boy; left nostril, it is a girl. This is normal? This sounds normal to you? Even if it happened to everybody would this seem normal to you? Come on? You all know better. Deep down inside you all know, as well as I do, that sex just isn’t normal. Despite Alexander Pope, just because something is - that don’t make it right. You know it; and I know it. I can just hear the conversation in the back seat of that old Chevy right now;

“Okay Leroy! Just keep your shoes on.”

“But ... but ... you just don’t understand how this feels - look.”

“I don’t want to look at your big toe, you moron. Just keep that thing tucked in your sock; besides, I have an ear ache.”

“Oh come on? It won’t hurt. Nothing will happen.”

“Yeah, right . . . you’re not the one whose head is going to swell up. How would you like to have a bowling ball stuffed up your nose?”

Now seriously, my friends, what is the difference here? All that I did was change around a few body parts here and there. Clearly using the proper body parts makes this no saner an act or circumstance. The whole situation is totally absurd. This so called normal sexual behavior is just as ludicrous no matter what body parts we substitute.

Let’s get real! The baby grows on the inside of the woman? Then this eight or twelve pound monstrosity is forced out of the woman’s body via a hole the size of a walnut?

THIS IS NORMAL!

As that goofy looking guy on the TV would say - give me a break will you please.

Let’s wake up and smell the roses here. God is trying to tell us all something but we just aren’t listening.

You see, after Adam and Eve screwed up in the Garden of Eden, God decided that the human race was just a big mistake. He was going to put Adam and Eve to sleep, but He just didn’t have the heart. Sure they were dumb, disobedient, and a total pain in the butt, yet they were, nevertheless, kind of cute - in a stupid sort of way. Instead of simply destroying Adam and Eve, He decided on another course. He would make sex, and the process of reproducing, such a ridiculous, embarrassing, idiotic, and physically painful experience, that no human being in its right mind would actually consider it an option. But as you all can see, God severely overestimated man’s sense of dignity and self-respect, and woman’s innate curiosity and obvious masochistic tendencies.

In any case, sex, no matter how it is practiced - with whom or with whatever - has always been a clear perversion of God’s Plan as far as I am concerned. Whether you are a heterosexual, a homosexual, a bisexual, a mono or mano-sexual, a shoe or sox fetish-ist, or find yourself attracted to watermelons; whether you choose the missionary position, the military position, the Marquis de Sade position, the Monica Lewenski position or even the Abu Ghraib prisoner of war position - you are all a bunch of perverts to me.

My personal philosophy with regards to sex is pretty much the same as the philosophy of most of the girls that I have dated throughout my lifetime. I don’t care how you do it, or who does it better - just so long as you don’t try to do it to me.

YOU GET ME!

And that does mean YOU!

Any of you!

Saturday, February 25, 2006

IM A STUBBORN OLD MULE

I’M A STUBBORN OLD MULE

by Richard E. Noble

I’m a stubborn old mule,
As stubborn as they come.
A rail between the eyes is the only thing
that’ll make me run.

He doesn’t pat me gently on the brow,
or say, “Come now friend, a little further now.”
No, No! It’s a beam between the eyes,
and a roaring scream and cry,
as he pushes and shoves with venom for an eye,
and brutality frothing in his unpatient sigh.

He has no memory of the burden I bore,
when I carried him, his gold, and a mountain of store.

He forgets how on the side of cliffs I trod,
as he cowered and crazed and cursed his God.

He has no memory of the thirst I craved,
carrying his drink to an early grave.
He’s a brave man who went down in books,
A crusty determined miner.
And I, who braved his dirty looks,
hefted the load of gold for my forty-niner.

Ah yes, a brave man was he,
but he wouldn’t have a nickel if it weren’t for me.

But I’m a stubborn old mule,
and as dumb as can be.
But the old bastard wouldn’t have a nickel,
if it weren’t for the likes of me.

Carried him where his pretty horses wouldn’t go,
through mountains, and deserts, and fields of snow.
But, in his fancies, he dreams of a saddle and a golden mane,
his pretty little horses, dining on sacks of expensive grain.

But for his trusty, dusty steed, forever at his side,
it’s a drunken mumble, an untempered lash,
and another scar in my hide.

Many a day, when I’d had enough,
I sat in the middle of the road,
and laughed as he stammered and huffed and puffed.
Oh, how he wished to shoot me ...
but who would carry the load?

Yes, many a time I wouldn’t go on.
But does he remember how I danced on the edge of a cliff,
as he trembled and gasped, and for his life hung on.
A man of might, and right and power and gain,
and as he drunk his whiskey and barked to the stars,
I stood by quietly in the snow and the rain.

I’m as stubborn as a mule,
as stubborn as they come.
A rail between the eyes is the only thing
that’ll make me run.

I carry his load, sure footed I go,
but when I’ve had enough of his rum drenched batter,
I pull up, take a seat, and listen to his chatter.

The other day, in a fit of rage,
he pulled his rifle from my side.
“Move along, you stubborn old bastard,
or I’ll shoot you right here,
and then tan your damn hide.”

I yawned, then lifted my head and brayed.
I curled my lips, then bared my broken teeth.
And when he shouldered his gun, I stared into the breech.
I felt the powder as it burnt my eye,
and a dull thud as a jolt from hell pierced my skull,
and I fell there onto my side.

But I’m a stubborn old mule,
as stubborn as they come.
I laid there with his pack and store,
and stared up at his eye.
And I’m proud to say, I hung there waitin’ to die,
long enough to see the dumb bastard put down his rifle and cry.

Yes, I’m a stubborn old mule,
As stubborn as they come.
It takes a rail between the eyes
to get me up to run.
But when you have a load too tough to hold,
it’s a call for the likes of me.
And I bear it well, sure footed and determined,
right to the rim of hell.
But what he can’t stand,
is that I’m a bit of a man.
And, as the man, I have my pride,
and how I tried, and tried, and tried.
But, oh how glad I am that when I came to die
I was beast enough to make the bastard cry ...
Yes, beast enough ...
to make that bastard

cry.

Alexander the Great

Alexander the Great 356-323

by Richard E. Noble

Alexander is known as “the Great”, according to the prominent historian Will Cuppy, because he killed more people of more different kinds than any other man of his times.
One thing that one should keep in mind when reading about ancient peoples is that the great majority of them and their rulers were out of their ever-loving minds. Alexander was no exception. His father, Philip of Macedonia, was a raving, alcoholic lunatic. He and young Alexander had numerous fist fights, and on several occasions tried to stab one another to death. Dad always felt cheated because “he never done got no education”, so he hired the unemployed, fleeing refugee from Athens, Aristotle, to learn his little boy.
One of the high points in the life of Alexander the Great was that he was taught for a couple of years by this famed philosopher, Aristotle. This seems to have had as much of an effect on little Alexander as early Christian training had on Adolf Hitler. Aristotle, you will remember, is the great teacher who taught that the brain is an organ that exist merely for the purpose of cooling the blood and is not involved in the thinking process. This is only true of certain persons, says Willy Cuppy.
Alexander’s Mom, Olympias, was a cutesy herself. She liked snakes, and had them roaming all over the castle. And as Willy Cuppy says; “Having real snakes at home does an alcoholic no good, it just complicates matters.” She had her husband assassinated, and then boiled one of his several other wives, alive.
To complicate Alexander’s rise to “Greatness” coming from this background of dysfunctional family life, he also seems to have been burdened with a “sexual identity” problem. But being a Greek in those good-old-days, no one noticed.
He got drunk one evening and killed one of his best friends. This made him cry - not the best friend, Alex - the next day of course; he was too drunk the day he actually performed the dirty deed to cry, or laugh for that matter. He also crucified the physician of Hephaestion, his roommate.
Alexander the Great was a real sweetheart. One can only marvel at anyone calling this man “Great”. How about Alexander the Terrible, or Alexander the Lunatic, or Alexander the Sick and Deranged. Both he and his roommate died of fever and drunkenness. Lucky for all of us, he died at thirty three. I should think that Alexander was the kind of kid who could have changed the Pope’s mind on the value of abortion.
But let’s not leave Alexander the Moron on a negative note. For some mystical reason he didn’t persecute the Jews and was responsible for introducing the eggplant to Europe. What I guy!

Friday, February 24, 2006


Adolf Hitler’s Mein Kampf

An Analysis - Chapter 1

by Richard E. Noble
My first misconception with regards to Mein Kampf is that it was a book that was not widely read. Mein Kampf sold by the millions in Germany. It actually went on, in sales around the world, to make Adolf Hitler, its author, a millionaire. Adolf dictated the book to Rudolf Hess, his friend and follower, while in prison in the early 1920’s.
I am going to go over the book section by section in analysis. I have chosen this book, because without any doubt this has to be considered the most devastating book of this century. This man’s goal as I understand from my brief investigation into History was to conquer the whole world, and in that process liquidate whole nations and races of people in order to make room for the expansion of what he considered his own kind, or race.
The copy that I have of this book was printed in 1939, the original in 1925. In the introduction Adolf Hitler is credited with saying ... that it was only ‘eternal peace’ which destroyed peoples, and that neither the individual nor society could escape nature’s decree that the fittest alone survive ... It is my belief that unless this basic philosophy is defeated logically and reasonably, and overthrown in the minds of all mankind, civilization of the human beast will never be accomplished. The human race will remain in its present stagnated condition, until it eventually destroys itself, or reduces itself once again to the primitive.
It is my purpose in analyzing this book to discover where Adolf Hitler went wrong, and how so many people were able to give support and extend credibility (and money) to his philosophy. My inspiration for this work has been Jean Paul Sartre’s work on the life and writing of St. Genet. I hope this book will be as interesting, thoughtful and insightful. I can only do the best with what I have.
Before the book begins, there is a dedication to a number of men who were killed in an uprising or protest that was conducted on November 9, 1923. The list includes occupations of the deceased: bank employees, a hatter, a locksmith, a head waiter, businessmen, engineers, a councilor and a retired cavalry captain.
The first impression one gets here is that this is a book dedicated to the common man and written by a supporter of the common people. I also know that Adolf wrote this book while he was confined in a prison. I know from previous reading that the book was dictated to his secretary and confidant Rudolf Hess.
The book was written in 1923, so I know that World War 1 was over. I know that Adolf had been a soldier in World War 1. I know that he was exposed in that war to poison gas; he was temporarily blinded, and that he was a decorated war hero. This all leads me to the conclusion before I even start reading that this is not going to be a subjective book dealing with personal discovery. The author has already fought in a world conflict. He has since been arrested and incarcerated for an attempt to undermine his country’s present government or leadership. Before I even start, I am led to believe that I am going to be here exposed to a man who has his mind made up on things. He is more than likely going to tell me how he came to believe what he believes. Even though the writing is taking place in a prison cell, this is obviously not going to be an act of contrition.
In his preface he states that this book is not addressed to strangers but to the followers of his movement. In the preface he also states;
“...I know that one is able to win people far more by the spoken than by the written word, and that every great movement on this globe owes its rise to the great speakers and not to the great writers.”
I don’t know if this point of view can really be defended. For the most part all that remains of Adolf and his movement is this book. I have never heard any of his speeches, and my guess is that very few others in today’s world have either. And, as far as I know, every great movement can be traced back to someone’s writings. I would say that the written word far outstrips the spoken word, except, of course, to the illiterate. But even then every idea heard spoken anywhere by anyone can usually be traced back to someone else’s writings.
I start criticizing right here at the very beginning, because I feel throughout the book we will encounter Adolf making these blanket statements that don’t hold up under analysis. If one doesn’t counter this from the beginning, he will eventually be lulled to sleep by impressive rhetoric rather that truth, or fact, or logical thinking.
The first chapter is entitled ‘At Home’. In these first twenty five pages he tells about his mother and father.
His father was a stubborn man he states, and in the same sentence he acknowledges his own stubbornness;
“...My father did not give up his ‘never’, and I strengthened my ‘nevertheless’...”
And this debate with his father comes from a boy less than twelve, and is in relation to his future career. At twelve years of age little Adolf decided that he was going to become a painter, an artist.
His father thought this to be insanity. He wanted Adolf to become a government official - some sort of bureaucrat.. He says in this chapter that he respected his Father, but loved his Mother. By the age of thirteen his father had died, and his mother was not strong willed enough to keep him on the road to bureaucracy. He ended up in some kind of art school pursuing his dream. Not long thereafter, his mother also died. He is around eighteen at this time, and decides to pack up and head for Vienna. I perceive Vienna to be the Greenwich Village, New York City of the area. It seems that Adolf was running off to Bohemia, to pursue his future as a painter in Harvard Square or some such comparable place. But even here in a chapter supposedly dealing with his childhood relationships, we find a lacing of discordant political statements:
“I became a nationalist ... I learned to grasp and understand the meaning of History ... There are only three kinds of people in the world, the fighters, the lukewarm, and the traitors .The art of reading is to remember the important and forget the unimportant …”
The entire book is filled with these type blanket statements. One can only wonder as to the ‘real meaning of History’, or what would be considered important enough to remember, and unimportant enough to be forgot.
His division of people is reminiscent of Dante and his Inferno. The only good people are those that ‘act’, all others are doomed to Hell, or there a bouts. His division of people is curious. There are the fighters. These are obviously people who know the truth of their beliefs and are willing to defend them with overt action. There are those who don’t know what to believe and are therefore condemned to inaction. And lastly there are the traitors. These are obviously those who know what they believe, and are willing to defend it, but unfortunately what they believe is contrary to what Adolf believes; and since what Adolf believes is not only the truth but loyal and patriotic, those who disagree must be traitors. This makes it rather easy to pick and choose your friends, doesn’t it? It is also very easy to determine your enemies. They are those who disagree with you. If there were any truth or sensibility to this notion, I would have killed my wife years ago.
In any case, Adolf closes out this chapter with this statement:
“I, too, hoped to wrest from fate the success my Father had meet fifty years earlier; I, too, wanted to become something - but in no event an official ...“
Wanting to become ‘something’ or ‘somebody’ is, on the one hand, a sign of ambition and drive, but on the other hand it can also be a sign of inferiority. In other words, if you feel inside yourself that you are ‘somebody’, then why would you feel the need to become ‘somebody’? I have always felt that I am somebody, even if others don’t realize it, or the world doesn’t recognize the fact. And for the most part I have never allowed people to treat me otherwise. In any case, this statement by Adolf says to me that Adolf has feelings of inadequacy, and a desire to prove his worth to the world, or at least, to others. He has a social awareness, something to prove. I also realize that people who want to become ‘somebody’ often end up being successful in life, but many others who harbor these same feelings often end up in prison.
The next chapter is entitled ‘Years of study and suffering in Vienna.’ This chapter is very interesting. This chapter is the most compassionate in the book. In it he explains his feelings towards the poor and unemployed, and he also expresses some of his own inner feelings and emotions:
“...Vienna, the city that to so many represents the idea of harmless gaiety, the festive place for merry making, is to me only the living memory of the most miserable time of my life ... Hunger was then my faithful guard; he was the only friend who never left me, who shared everything with me honestly. Every book I bought aroused his sympathy; a visit to the opera made him my companion for days; it was a constant struggle with a pitiless friend. And yet during this time, I learned as I have never learned before. Apart from my interest in architecture, and my visits to the opera for which I had to stint myself, books were my only pleasure.”
This passage borders on the poetic. One could imagine Benjamin Franklin, Tom Paine or even Victor Hugo writing such a passage. But coming from a man who later in his life mercilessly starved millions of people to death, it becomes rather difficult to place any faith in its sincerity. Here we see a lover of the opera, books, and architecture - a man who even sacrificed food to enjoy these intellectual pleasures.
He claims to have learned just about everything that he knows in life from these learning experiences in Vienna. Here again he makes one of those blanket statements that appear so often throughout the text:
“...Today it is my firm belief that in general all creative ideas appear in youth ...“
I have heard others make this same statement many times, but I would doubt that it could be defended by any type of credible research.
In this chapter he analyzes the social class structure, in the most basic terms. Why does the bourgeoisie (middle class) hate the proletariat (working class)?
“... The reason for that which one could almost call hostility is the fact that a social class which has only recently worked its way up from the level of manual labor, fears to fall back into the old, but little esteemed class, or at least fears being counted in with that class … “
He calls the bourgeoisie, ‘upstarts’ who have lost their pity and their memory ...
Thousands of unemployed loitered about:
“ … The homeless sought shelter in the twilight and the mud of the canals ... I do not know which is worse: the ignoring of the social misery by the majority of the fortunate, or by those who have risen through their own efforts, as we see it daily, or the graciously patronizing attitudes of a certain part of the fashionable world (both in skirts and trousers) whose ‘sympathy for the people’ is at times as haughty as it is obtrusive and tactless. These people do more harm than their brains, lacking in all instinct, are capable of imagining … social work, should not deal out favors, but restore rights ... The uncertainty of earning my daily bread seemed to me to be the darkest side of my new life …”
Wow, with a speech like that, Adolf could run on the liberal end of any party in American politics today. Social Work should restore rights? What rights? Is eating a right to be guaranteed by the state? Is a job a right guaranteed by the state? Is survival a right? Is medical care a right? Is security in one’s old age a right? Is medical care for children a right? Is a home a right? Is education a right? Is freedom from hunger a right?
In our Declaration of Independence we say that all men are created equal and endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights and that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness (later - property in place of happiness). This is a very vague statement when examined. You have the inalienable right to life, but nothing is mentioned about a ‘right’ to sustain that life, or that anything directed towards this end should be provided for you by the State in attaining this end. You have the ‘right’ to liberty. And this right to ‘liberty’ entitles you to do what? And you have the ‘right’ to pursue your own happiness. You can pursue it, but the state is offering you no guarantee that you will catch it, nor that you won’t be locked up in a prison if pursuing your brand of ‘happiness’ interferes with the pursuit of happiness of other citizens.
The Bill of Rights gets more specific, but even today seems to be forever debatable. So when you say that ‘social work’ should restore ‘rights’ to the people as opposed to dispensing charity, what have you said? And even more important, what do the people to whom you are speaking, infer from this language?
The first thing that everyone will assume is that you the speaker believe that they have some sort of rights, even if nobody knows what the hell they are. It does make one who is feeling helpless feel good to hear that somebody up there thinks that they have some rights. We know that Adolf believes that fate leaves things in the hands of the ‘fittest’. What ‘rights’ does such a philosophy leave to the ‘unfit’?
In these next few pages Adolf goes on to describe the perils of poverty and unemployment. He describes how unemployment leads to the dissolution of the family. How husband and wife are turned against one another. How the children raised in this atmosphere lose their respect for authority in general. How men often turn to alcohol and abuse. How proper management of the family income disintegrates - poverty, then setting the ground work for future failure. And finally, how the indifferent and well off ‘bourgeoisie’ are at a loss in understanding the obvious lack in patriotic, nationalistic spirit exhibited by this class of people. He closes this very credible analysis with a bang and a demand for creating sound social conditions:
“ …For only those who, through education and schooling, get to know the cultural and economic, and above all the political greatness of their own country, can and will be proud of being allowed to call themselves members of this nation ... Moreover, I can only fight for what I love, only love what I can respect, only respect what I know … “
There is a good deal of emotion in that last sentence, but is it true? Can one only fight for what one loves?
I have met many people who seem to simply love to fight. And from what we know of Adolf, he may very well be one of them. Often times, it seems to me that we end up fighting in self-defense, and not for a real love or understanding of anything. Moreover, if we look at a true history of Germany, or any nation for that matter, I think that any objective person will probably come up with as much to hate as there is to love in its background. The histories of any people or so called race on this planet will more than likely establish the same attitude of indifference, whether we examine Aborigines, Asians, Africans, Caucasians, or any mix there of. The human species has no quarter on righteousness as far as I can see. And it seems to me that the idea of fighting is much more involved in the notion of ‘hate’ than it is in the concept of love. To find the roots of ‘war’, I think it imperative to examine the nature of ‘Hate’. How we humans inherit it. How we learn it. And once we have it, what are proper and improper outlets for it.
It is also interesting to me that Adolf’s mother died on December 21, 1908. It was at this point that he packed up and headed for Vienna and the artist colony but:
“... In 1909-10 my own situation had changed somewhat, as I no longer had to earn my daily bread as an unskilled worker. I worked independently as a modest draftsman and painter of aquarelles … “
So, it seems that Adolf experienced ‘employment interruptions’ for a period of possibly six months to a year. Gosh, he certainly drew a whole slew of moral convictions from missing a few meals and being occasionally unemployed. Even though, during these ‘dire’ circumstances of his life he was still able to go to the theater, and the opera, and purchase books, and seemingly in great quantity. He must have, because it is during this period that he claims to have learned almost everything that he knows. And it seems that he learned the bulk of what he knows from reading books. Yet he doesn’t give other people that he has met much credit for their ability to learn from books:
“... I know people, who endlessly read ... Of course, they posses a wide ‘Knowledge’ but their intellect does not know how to distribute and register the material gathered …(And I agree whole heartedly, don’t you? I find this to be the case almost inevitably with almost “everybody else” whom I know.) ... They lack the ability to distinguish in a book that which is of value and that which is of no value ... Reading, furthermore is not a purpose in itself, but a means to an end. It should serve; first of all, to fill in the frame which is formed by the talents and abilities of the individual ... reading has to furnish the tools and building materials which the individual needs for his profession. Secondly, reading has to give a general picture of the world ... otherwise the result will be a terrible muddle of things learned, and this is not only of little value, but it also makes its unfortunate possessor presumptuous and vain. For now he thinks that he knows life and has knowledge; whereas in reality with each new contribution to his education he is more and more estranged from the world, until frequently he ends up in a sanatorium, or as a politician in parliament …”
Well well! What do we think of that? Adolf has a little sense of humor here. As I recall we will see not too much of Adolf humor in any of the pages to come - though it has been noted that in his speeches he often had the crowd roaring with laughter. He is said to have been very satirical and witty on political matters.
They say that in this life, we often spend a great deal of time criticizing others for our own defects. From what I can see in this last paragraph, old Adolf has hit his own nail right on the head.
From here on in this chapter, he continues to criticize what must obviously be one of his arch political rivals, the Socialist Democratic Party. The Social Democrats won the hearts of the working man because of the ‘stupidity’ of the bourgeoisie.
“… The bourgeoisie, in the most stupid, but also the most immoral manner turned against claims which were generally and humanly justified … They foolishly suppressed all attempts to improve working conditions, safety devices on machines, abolition of child labor, and protection of the woman at least during those months when she carries under her heart the future fellow citizen … “
In this chapter we also find this interesting statement:
“… The psyche of the great masses is not receptive to half measures or weakness ... Like a woman, whose psychic feeling is influenced less by abstract reasoning than by an undefinable, sentimental longing for complementary strength, who will submit to the strong man, rather than dominate the weakling, and inwardly they are far more satisfied by a doctrine which tolerates no rival than by the grant of liberal freedom; they often feel at a loss what to do with it, and even easily feel themselves deserted ...“
I think what he is really saying here is that the masses, like ‘woman’, really don’t like to be treated free and equal, but deep down inside would rather be slapped around a little bit. Sounds good to me, what do you girls out there think about that?
He then continues, and for a few pages sounds a lot like Jimmy Hoffa:
“ … It is nonsense and, furthermore, untrue that the union movement in itself is unpatriotic. Quite the contrary is true ... As long as there are amongst the employers people with little social understanding or even lacking a sense of justice and fairness, it is not only the right but the duty of their employees ... to protect the interest of all against the avarice and the unreasonableness of the individual ... The individual worker is never in a position to maintain his position against the power of big business …”
But, having said this we go on to what was really happening out there in the streets according to Adolf. The unions, under the leadership of the Social Democrats, were really trying to destroy the nation by ‘screwing’ their demands higher and higher, to the point of complete unreasonableness.
“… the free trade union ... was one of the most terrible instruments of intimidation against the security and the independence of the national economy, the solidity of the state and personal freedom ... It was the free trade union above all which turned the conception of democracy into a ridiculous and repellent phrase, which profaned liberty and ridiculed fraternity forever with the words, and if you will not join with us, we will crack your skull …”
From here on the rest of the chapter basically explains how Adolf, the idealist, is transformed into an anti-Semite. The first thing one notices is that Jewry enhances a lot of territory.
“... understanding Jewry alone is the key to the comprehension of the inner, the real intention of social democracy. He who knows this race will raise the veil of false conceptions and out of the mist and fog of empty social phrases there rises the grinning, ugly face of Marxism...”
We seem to have an amalgamation here; Jewry, Marxism, unionism, democracy, Social Democrat; all are one and a part of a conspiracy to undermine the German nation.
Adolf on democracy, or representative government:
“ … I was indignant at the fact that in a state where every half-wit not only claimed the right to criticize, but where in the Reichstag he was let loose on the nation as a ‘legislator’, the bearer of the imperial crown could be given ‘reprimands’ by the greatest babbling institution of all time ...”
Sounds to me like a bit of the pot calling the kettle black. Yet, this is a criticism of representative government that goes all the way back to Socrates and Plato, and can be heard on a daily basis here in the United States. Where Adolf differs from the American critic here is his humiliation on the part of the ‘imperial crown’. Interestingly enough, Adolf felt that it was fit for him, an average citizen to bad mouth the Congress, but not appropriate for the Congress to criticize the ‘imperial crown’.
He then gets into the press and goes on to include it in his list of Jewish synonyms. He goes on to link Jewry with prostitution, and white European slave traffic. He further isolates Jews as traitors by their quest for a homeland, the Zionist movement is anti-nationalistic. If the Jew truly felt himself to be a German, why would he be pushing for an independent Jewish state? At this point in the chapter he literally sees a Jew behind every bush. And in his closing paragraph he tells us exactly what the Jews are up to:
“… The Jewish doctrine of Marxism rejects the aristocratic principle in nature; instead of the eternal privilege of force and strength, it places the mass of numbers and its deadweight. Thus it denies the value of the individual in man, disputes the meaning of nationality and race, depriving mankind of the assumption for its existence and culture. As the basis of the universe it would lead up to the end of all order conceivable to man ... If with the help of the Marxist’s creed, the Jew conquers the nations of this world, his crown will become the funeral wreath of humanity ...”
My first question is what the hell is the ‘aristocratic principle of nature’? The eternal privilege of force and strength?? Adolf is obviously an elitist, who believes in the principle that ‘might makes right’. We see now that Adolf is not only a nationalist, who is loyal to the principle of monarchy, but also considers himself to be a member of the privileged class - that class who has the right to its position through the power of force and strength - which is the eternal principle and right of the dominator. But he denies the masses the right to use their power of ‘eternal number’ to counter the natural dominance of the superior, which seems to be the king and his court plus Adolf and his friends. I would say that this is traditional Conservatism.
We have taken a big jump here. Not long ago we were listening to Adolf - the union organizer, the defender of the people and the common man. Now, suddenly, we have Adolf the Knight of the royal court, defending his castle of Germany from the rabble rousers – the Loyalist.
His last sentence in this chapter is extraordinary:
“ … Therefore, I believe today that I am acting in the sense of the Almighty Creator: By warding off the Jews I am fighting for the Lord’s works …”
What a finale! Adolf, our Knight in shining armor, leading at the direction of the Almighty, a twentieth century crusade, for the reestablishment of the King and Crown. Wow! It is hard to imagine Adolf Hitler and God in the same room. But, when one looks at God as ‘The All-Mighty’ - the Creator and the Indiscriminant Destroyer of life - the One who has the ability to point the finger and cripple; the one who can kill a baby; implant its mother with a cancer; the One who determines who will be healthy, who will be sick, who will be slave, who will be a prince, who will be alive tomorrow and who will not - we can see Adolf in his All-mighty, proceeding bravely forward to do the work of an All-Mighty GOD.

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